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An Arts Update

Music:
Erica Mah. Fantastic Vancouver musician. This song is lovely and sad and SHE IS PLAYING TWO INSTRUMENTS AT ONCE!

Kings of Leon. They suit me this week. The quality of his voice is just right.



Arcade Fire. Specifically, "Rococo." Somewhere there are a lot of Arcade Fire fans that don't realize this song is actually about them.



Art:
Two weekends ago, I wandered through Trinity-Bellwoods Park and a maze of art tents (whoever rents those things must be making a killing). Highlights included:

Jay Dart, drawist. DRAWIST!! This brilliancy, combined with his beard art and reddish hair is enough to give me a pseudo-crush. And I discovered via his website that he went to Guelph. All the cool cats went to Guelph (what, what!).

Pam Lobb. I'd seen her work (and loved it) at Bluebird. Then I got to tell her so. If anyone wants to buy me some of her art for Christmas...

The Corey Canvas. Screenprinting of cover art for classic novels + birds + bearded cuteness = another pseudo-crush. If I ran a book club, I would have invited him to come out to it. We could read great literature and he could create cover art to commemorate all the books we read.

Erin Vincent. The day I saw "Cut-throat Bitch" from House in a coffee shop, she was buying some of Erin's art. I thought to myself that day, If I bought some of her art, I would be two degrees of separation from a famous actress. Plus, I really like this art. I told Erin this story. I want a whole series of her collages and assemblages on my wall.


Words:
This past weekend was Word on the Street, a book/publishing festival whose huge crowds have me convinced that the publishing industry is not about to become extinct. There will be (and already are) shifts in the landscape (that is SUCH a trendy phrase - shifting landscape...), but books, magazines and the love of reading are not going anywhere.

I subscribed to a magazine out of Montreal called Maisonneuve. I'm excited for the quarterly surprise of a shiny sheath of arts & opinions to show up in my mailbox; I am sure I will forget about my subscription just in time for the next one to arrive.

I also have a renewed desire to submit poetry for publication in a number of Canadian periodicals.



(I love Toronto.)

Comments

Vanessa said…
i love Toronto as well.
and miss it.
if you come and visit me, we can go to african art galleries/shows together. :)
Jackie said…
This makes me re-love Toronto, if that is possible.

Also, Jay Dart and I are tight now. He tweeted me. I could maybe do an intro for you guys.

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